Drey followed the same process to get to Sean as before, this time with his three guests wondering what the hell was happening. "Hey boss," Marcus smirked at him, "What's your deal?" Sean sighed as the four walked in. "At least make your selves useful and do fucking something for me," Sean demanded. "Don't get on his bad side," Drey whispered to the group, "He has a lot of power."
"Sir, we literally can't do what you're asking of us," Daniel insisted. "You guys are pussies," Sean laughed at them. "Fine," Sean was reverting to reason, "We're going local for this shit." A big map of Canada appeared on a screen on the shark tank. Sean took a laser pointer out of his pocket and pointed to somewhere in Quebec. "John R. Doering," Sean said in a booming voice, like the group would understand.
Drey nodded his head, "We're on it, thanks Big Sean." "Now get the fuck out," Sean yelled. The guards escorted them out again. Drey led them to his car and they started driving to Quebec. The others would ask Drey questions about what the hell just happened, but he just kept driving without saying a thing, he didn't give a fuck how much they knew, he thought it was better if they knew less if he was being honest.